RP: Milliways

[mrmoneypenny]

[Continued from here]

Villiers' room.

Warm, lived in, and a comforting sight to Villiers, who hasn't seen it in quite a while.

The briefcase goes on the floor. Ianto, meanwhile, gets pressed against the door as soon as he's inside by a kiss.

...what? He just feels like it. And he's not a doormat all the time, you know.

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[likesthecoat]

Ianto is fine with that, and kisses back, giving as good as he gets--hands under Villiers's jacket, legs spread to brace himself.

[mrmoneypenny]

Legs spread? Perfect for groping, obviously.

Terribly forward of him, yes, but it's not like his intentions weren't obvious earlier. And it probably doesn't help that he just downed a glass of brandy far more quickly than he should, so maybe the alcohol's helping out.

Or maybe not, seeing that his other hand deftly locks the door and tosses the keys elsewhere, before coming up to settle at Ianto's cheek.

[likesthecoat]

Oh, yes, groping is so forward when one is being snogged relentlessly. Ianto grabs Villiers's hand and puts it right back where it belongs.

[mrmoneypenny]

The move's appreciated, but gets a little eyebrow raise, a tsk tsk, and both of Villiers' hands tugging Ianto away from the door by his shirt. Slamming him back, not with enough force to hurt, but enough to make a point.

A wicked little smirk as hands settle at Ianto's hips, a brief pause, a cock of the head in invitation, seeking confirmation.